Standing on the cold, wet sand,
Eyes onto the open horizon,
I see you, a thousand miles away.
No footprints, but your presence is there,
Absorbing the warmth of the radiant sun
Contrasting with the salt-infused breeze of the sea.
You are there, for I can feel it.
Skin, bones, and everything in between.
The winds, they blow your call
And you whisper so softly,
"I'm here, just like you."
YOU ARE READING
Split Sides
PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry
